“Mmm, this is yummy,” she acknowledged with a little smack of her lips as she took a sip of the icy cocktail. “I’ve always wondered how the other half lives, you know - having drinks brought to you on your own private little stretch of beach, staying in a suite equipped with every luxury known to mankind, plus having an actual butler at your beck and call. The hotels I’ve worked at were all upscale, but nowhere near on this level.” She reached out with one foot to give him a playful nudge on his shin, a teasing smile on her face. “You’ve spoiled me for life now, Jordan. How will I ever settle for staying anywhere but a Gregson hotel after this?”
He chuckled, grabbing hold of her foot before she could move it away and giving it a little massage. “Darlin’, a woman as beautiful as you should always be pampered and spoiled by the men in her life. And if you aren’t - well, then you’re dating the wrong men.”
Aubrey snorted in derision. “That’s probably the understatement of the year. You should have seen the guy I was dating a few months ago. A surfer. Australian, buff, charming. But a total bum. Always broke, drifting from one dead-end job to another, always sticking me with the bill whenever we went out. Fortunately I caught on to him pretty quick, and gave him the heave-ho after a month.”
Jordan grimaced. “I’m glad I didn’t see this loser, because I would have been tempted to give him a few lessons on the right way to treat a lady. Either that or kick his ass. And I’m happy to note that your taste in men has improved tremendously since then, darlin’. I’m quite a catch, if I do say so myself.”
Her blue eyes twinkled at him merrily. “Modest, too. But we already established that yesterday, didn’t we?” She gave a little moan of bliss as he continued to massage her foot. “And you forgot to add the part about what talented hands you have. Mmm, that feels like heaven.”
“Have you ever had a real massage?” he asked, moving to rub her other foot. “By a professional masseuse, I mean.”
“Sort of. I had a roommate during my senior year of college who was studying to be a physical therapist so she practiced on me a few times.”
Jordan shook his head. “Not the same thing at all. Next week on one of your days off I’ll arrange for you to have a real massage. Anything else you want, too - facial, manicure, hair treatments, the works.”
“No.”
The word was spoken quietly, but there was little doubt that she meant it, given the way she shook her head firmly and the stubborn line her mouth was fixed in.
“I mean, no thank you,” she amended hastily. “It’s sweet of you to offer, honestly, but I’m not going to let you keep doing extravagant things for me, Jordan. I’m still feeling uncomfortable about all those clothes you bought, not to mention the meals and drinks. And I’d offer to treat you to dinner in return, but I know you’d flat out refuse. Plus, I’m not sure fish tacos and beer at the local cantina would be your idea of dinner, and my budget won’t stretch much further than that.”
“Hey.” He set his drink down, then reached over and cupped her cheek. “You don’t have to treat me to anything in return, okay? The pleasure of your company is more than enough for me, Aubrey. And I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable about the massage or spa services. Most women would accept without hesitation. Or go so far as to expect or even ask me for things like that.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “Then you’ve probably been dating the wrong women.”
He howled with laughter as she took his own words from a few minutes ago and turned the tables on him. “Well, I realized that the minute I met you, darlin’.”
Aubrey turned her head to press a kiss to his palm. “I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful, you know,” she assured him. “But while I appreciate the thought, I don’t want you to think that I expect stuff from you. It’s pretty obvious that you’ve got money, but that’s so not the reason I want to spend time with you, Jordan. I like you for you, not for the things you try to give me. So, please. Don’t keep offering to do extravagant things for me, okay? Otherwise, it feels like you’re my - my sugar daddy or something, you know?”
Jordan clapped a hand over his heart. “Good Lord, woman, you do know how to wound a man, don’t you? Just how old do you think I am, anyway? Sugar daddy, my ass.” He leaned over to kiss her, whispering against her lips, “More like your studly lover, I’d say.”
She shrieked with laughter, then sighed as he deepened the kiss.
They sipped their cocktails leisurely after that, Jordan gazing out at the horizon appreciatively.
“I’m not sure how you can stand the thought of leaving all of this in a few more weeks,” he mused. “After barely a day here, I’m not sure I’d ever want to leave if it was up to me.”
“It’s beautiful here, that’s for sure,” agreed Aubrey. “And I love the laidback lifestyle, adore my roommates, spend as much time as possible enjoying the outdoors. But my job - well, I already told you that the pay sucks, and that I have to work every single weekend and practically beg for a day off. And, well, to be perfectly honest, I feel like I’m wasting my time at a job like this. I mean, I’ve got a college degree and I’m basically a glorified tour guide. I really want to be a concierge, but breaking into that field is almost impossible, especially at a high end hotel. So I need to spend a little time when I leave here and figure out what it is exactly that I want to do with the rest of my life, so that I don’t feel like it’s been a big old waste so far.”
“You’re being too hard on yourself,” he chastised gently. “Not everyone knows exactly what they want to do with their life when they’re only twenty-five.”
She made a little sound of disgust. “Except, of course, for my parents and both of my brothers. Josiah knew he wanted to be a lawyer when he was a freshman in high school, while Mateo has talked about being a doctor since he was ten years old. They knew exactly what they wanted to do with their lives, and were disciplined enough to make it happen. I feel - well, like such a failure most of the time when compared to them. That my parents got a dud when they adopted me. I had to work my ass off just to get a passing grade in all my college classes, while Josiah was Summa Cum Laude at Princeton, and Mateo acquired enough Advanced Placement credits in high school to graduate from UCLA a whole year early. I kid with my parents sometimes that I ought to dye my hair black so that no one can make dumb blonde jokes about me anymore.”
Aubrey’s tone was deliberately lighthearted, as though she was trying desperately to make a joke about the situation. But Jordan could hear the hurt in her voice, could feel how insecure she felt, could sense what a low opinion she had of herself. And it filled him with a sense of outrage - that this stunningly beautiful, bright, funny, and vivacious young woman could think so little of her own abilities.
She gasped in surprise as he unexpectedly joined her on her chaise, then just as quickly scooped her onto his lap. His arms tightened around her waist as he told her fiercely, “You are so far from being dumb that it boggles my mind at the mere suggestion. I won’t even mention how beautiful you are, because I’m guessing people have told you that all your life. But your looks are only a small part of what makes you so special, Aubrey. There’s a hell of a lot more than mere academics that makes someone smart or bright or capable. And you’re the brightest, most wonderful woman I’ve ever met. It doesn’t matter whether you wind up being a doctor or lawyer like your brothers, or a professor like your parents. You could serve up fish tacos and beer at that cantina you mentioned for the rest of your life so long as it made you happy. And you’d still be the only woman in the world I’d want to be with right now.”
Her lush mouth hung open in stunned surprise at his impassioned speech, and there was a faint shimmer of tears in her big blue eyes. Then she flung her arms around his neck, pulling his head to hers, and kissing him passionately, hungrily. He was instantly, powerfully aroused, and he groaned beneath her lips as she began to squirm against his raging erection.
“I think,” she whispered
when she finally broke the kiss, “that we should head back to your room so we can start washing all this sand off. And I don’t know about you, but I’m definitely going to need some help rinsing it out of - ah, certain body parts.”
***
“You were definitely right about the sand, darlin’. It’s clinging to every inch of this sexy body of yours. Fortunately, I’m very, very good with my hands - as you already know - so I’m just the guy to help you wash all of this pesky stuff off. Starting right here.”
Jordan’s lathered-up hands cupped both of her breasts, giving them a light squeeze before proceeding to rub soap into them very, very thoroughly. Aubrey was squirming in reaction, the little moans she made each time he tweaked her nipples almost unbearably arousing to him. But then he’d been hard and aching for her even before they’d stripped off their swimsuits and turned on the shower taps. The kiss she’d given him back at the beach, not to mention the very provocative invitation to join her in the shower, had excited him in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He was thrilled with both her lack of inhibition, and her playful spontaneity when it came to sex. Despite her overall lack of experience in the bedroom, Aubrey had a natural sensuality about her, and a definite naughty side that matched his own when it came to carnal pleasures. And it was very obvious that she enjoyed sex, responding to his touch eagerly, and Jordan guessed that she would likely be up for most anything he suggested. Fortunately for her, he had no intention of coaxing her into doing anything too kinky or wild. For one thing, he was just a little too old by now for some of the more daring sexual pursuits he’d experimented with at one time in his life; for another, despite her eagerness and uninhibited responses thus far, he continued to be conscious of the fact that she was on the young side, somewhat naïve, and, far more importantly, the most spellbinding woman he’d ever known. He felt both protective and possessive of her, and had no intention of treating her in the sort of casual, impersonal manner he’d always exhibited towards women in the past.
“Ah, and of course we need to make sure this part of you is all nice and clean. Sand really has a way of sneaking into all the little cracks and crevices, you know.”
“Jordan!” gasped Aubrey, as he ran his soapy hands over her buttocks before teasingly trailing his finger down the cleft between them until he reached her anus.
He’d indulged in anal sex plenty of times over the years, though it had admittedly been some time since his last foray into that particular pleasure. He knew some guys who really got off on it, though personally he could take it or leave it.
But there were other ways to stimulate the female body from back there that didn’t involve full on penetration. And since he was something of an expert on the female anatomy - in particular the genitals - he knew exactly where and how to touch a woman to give her the utmost in pleasure. Aubrey had definitely been startled the first time he’d inserted his finger in her anus, but there was no mistaking the fact that she’d also enjoyed the hell out of it. Now, with his hands and her flesh all slick from the soap, it made it that much easier.
“Easy, baby,” he crooned. “This is as far as I plan to go, okay? Feel good?”
She nodded, her body relaxing into his touch as he slowly slid just his index finger in and out of the puckered little hole. He could tell by the unevenness of her breath that she was becoming more and more aroused, and that if he kept this up a little while longer she might actually climax.
But he was reluctant to take her too far too fast, and thus re-focused his attention on another, equally tempting part of her body.
“And the very last thing we’d want is for any of that darned sand to hang around here. Don’t you agree?” he murmured suggestively as his hand cupped her vulva. “I mean, there’s all sorts of places it could hide. Like here, for example.”
He trailed his soapy fingers through her neatly trimmed blonde pubic curls, smiling as she trembled at his knowing touch.
“And there’s bound to be some of those annoying grains clinging to all these hidden little folds.”
Her pelvis bucked up against his hand as his fingers leisurely explored her labia, his thumb whisking over her clit.
“And we have to make absolutely certain that this part of your gorgeous body is all nice and clean.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned in bliss, as he used two fingers to penetrate her vagina, stroking them in and out of her with deliberate precision, already so familiar with her body that he knew she could climax easily with this sort of stimulation.
But he was too needy for her by now, too desperate to replace his fingers with his throbbing cock. Aubrey made a little sound of protest as he took a step or two back, depriving her of the orgasm she was undoubtedly craving by now. But her objections were short-lived as he took her by the hand and led her over to the built-in marble bench at one end of the spacious shower stall.
“I knew that this bench would come in handy for something,” he told her coaxingly. “Put your foot up here. Yes, just like that. Perfect. The exact angle I was hoping for.”
“Ohhh. Oh, God, yes!”
Aubrey’s cry of pleasure was audible even over the sound of the shower spray as it poured over their bodies, her wet hair reaching nearly to her waist as her head fell back limply. With her foot resting on the shower’s built-in bench, her knee bent out to one side, Jordan entered her in exactly that position, a position that gave him an ideal angle to reach that sweet spot of hers. He pulled out slowly, until just the very tip of his cock was still embedded inside her body.
“Look at us,” he breathed in her ear. “Look at my cock fucking this pretty pussy of yours.”
She whimpered, arching her pelvis towards his, silently begging him to give her what she craved. “Jordan, please. I need…”
“I know what you need, baby,” he crooned, his hand squeezing her buttocks. “Just watch now, and I’m going to give it to you.”
Obediently, Aubrey lowered her gaze to where their bodies were barely joined, her breathing uneven as he continued to make her wait for it. And when she was almost squirming with eagerness, he rammed himself inside of her, wrenching a scream from her throat. He claimed her lips in a near-savage kiss, even as he continued to fuck her with deep, hard thrusts, the head of his penis battering against the tip of her womb again and again.
She climaxed powerfully, her vagina clenching around his cock like a vise. But he stubbornly held back his own orgasm, nowhere near ready for this to be over. He was too hungry for her, too enthralled by her passion and beauty and the uninhibited eagerness that took his breath away.
He slid his latex-sheathed cock out of her still spasming pussy, grasping her by the hips as he turned her to face a wall of the enormous shower, his back pressing into her chest, then just as quickly thrust back inside her wet, honeyed warmth.
“Christ, you feel so good,” he rasped against her ear. “Better than anything I’ve ever felt before. Tight and hot and juicy. I love how tight you squeeze me, baby, like your pussy’s a little fist around my cock. And while I want to come so hard that I see stars, I don’t want this to end either. I feel like I could keep fucking you for hours, Aubrey, or at least until we wear each other out.”
“Me - me, too,” she panted, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, their bodies fused together tightly. “I feel - the same way.”
Her head had fallen back against his shoulder, her hands gripping his biceps tightly in an effort to hold herself upright. One of his arms was wrapped around her hips, while the other hand roved freely over her body - squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple, caressing her heaving belly, stimulating her clitoris. And all the while he continued to fuck her mindlessly, driving his cock into her again and again, until the desire consumed him, the control he’d always prided himself on unimportant now and all but forgotten. All he cared about was the beautiful, passionate, giving woman he held in his arms, their bodies joined in the most intimate way possible
, and the mutual pleasure they were giving each other at this moment was the only thing that mattered.
And when he could hold back no longer, when his body would no longer be denied the release it craved, he finally permitted himself to let go. And as he climaxed long and hard and almost violently, his entire body shuddering in reaction, Jordan wondered dazedly how in hell he was ever going to be able to let this woman go when his two weeks were up.
Chapter Nine
“I swear this is the fifth or sixth time you’ve looked at that clock within the past hour, Aubrey. Got a hot date tonight or something?”
Aubrey winked at her co-worker. “Way beyond hot, Ruby. More like explosive. And, damn, why isn’t it five-thirty yet? I think the batteries in that clock might need to be replaced. I swear the hands haven’t moved in at least ten minutes.”
Ruby grinned. “He must really be hot stuff. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you this excited about going on a date. I just hope this one’s not another beach bum who sees you as a free meal ticket. As well as a smoking hot babe, of course,” she added hastily.
Aubrey smirked in response. “His name is Jordan, he’s a doctor, and he’s the furthest thing from a bum that you could imagine. He’s smart and funny, really good looking, and knows how to treat a lady right. Oh, how can I forget the best part?” She lowered her voice to a barely audible whisper as she added, “And he’s incredible in bed. Like, really incredible. Like, multiple orgasms incredible. So if I seem anxious to see him again, that’s because I am.”
“Well, who can blame you?” replied Ruby agreeably. “In fact, if you wanted to knock off a few minutes early I’m happy to cover for you. At least that way one of us will be enjoying herself tonight. The only date I have tonight is with my dentist, and believe me - having a cavity filled is not my idea of a good time. Nor will it result in anything remotely close to an orgasm. Unless you get off on pain, that is.”
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